Now sleep, my boys,
Because we rise at dawn;
Dress in a trice, skin postoli[[37]] put on,
Povoloki[[38]] of silk....
“Now run, boys—quick!
Snow covers all the paths;
To Dzveenka’s house go first,
Where we’ll see Stefan’s wife.”
“Oi, Dobush! Nay, my lord,
Sure mischief will befall.”